Sex Frustration

I bet that caught your attention…..

 I am frustrated with all the news coverage of the upcoming Sex In The City movie, dammit.  Everyone will know the entire movie if they keep on publishing pictures and stories about what is being filmed in New York.  It’s going to ruin the entire excitment of the movie…

A Bunch of Randomness

I haven’t had the motivation to write anything for the past couple of days, but as I was driving today I thought of a few things

 1)  I have a Target addiction, I secretly go to Target on the nights that Dean is working.  I LOVE Target!  I love their shoes, bras and clothes.  And they have an awesome food department.  So, shhhh, don’t tell Dean I went again tonight!

2)  I am sick of thinking about work and marriage.  I’m going to take some time off from the thought of both of them for awhile.

3)  I said I wouldn’t mention work, but we are replacing the roof on our main building.  If you don’t know anything about camp, we have a building that is 120 years old, it’s huge and when there is any noise in the building, I hear it!  Well, it was a day of banging hammers and weird noises, and I don’t think that I can work in the office for an entire 2 weeks with all the damn noise.

4)  I am going to Florida on Friday for five days to visit my grandparents and some great friends that are doing an internship down there!  I hope it’s sunny and I can’t wait to read my book and sit on the beach.  And my grandparents live about 2 minutes from Target.  I can go there because I am sure they have different things because it’s in a completely different state with a different climate, right?

5)  Before my trip to Florida, I have a day long workshop (damn, another mention of work) but I am actually excited to attend this shindig because I will learn all about successful grant writing in hopes that I will write for thousands and thousands of dollars.

 6)  I have been spending a lot of time online searching for real estate!  And then I tell Dean all about it and he rolls his eyes….

7)  I had to work (another mention of work, but this isn’t the job that I was talking about in #2) for a Catholic Church Leadership Meeting private party.  It made me remember all those horrible religious education classes that my parents made me go to.  The only thing that I learned from the 10 years, was never to force religion on my kids.

That’s enough…..

Notch In The Bedpost

Well, not really.  But I submitted my first ever grant application today and it was to the Brett Favre Foundation. I am extremely proud of it and really hope that we are selected for funding.

If you don’t know anything about grant-writing, the most important things is that you are let down about 95% of the time.  We may submit applications for 100 grants, and maybe get 5 or 6.   They take days and days to write, prepare and finalize using catchy phrases and perfect grammer. 

I am enjoying this part of my job, researching and applying for grants.  But if in the end, I decide to resign, I probably will continue to do this for camp. 

If anyone is looking for a new job or change of plans, let me know, I may have a perfect opportunity for them.

Becks

He’s hot, him and his wife may be annoying, but he’s hot

Burger Wisconsin

Last October, Dean and I headed to New Zealand for a new life experience. We had working visa’s and originally flew into Wellington but after a few weeks we took a 12 hour train ride north to Auckland.

 

We spent nearly three weeks looking for jobs and living in a hostel.  During that time we were trying to save money by cooking every meal and exploring the city by foot and spending our evenings in Border’s reading books in our “corner.”

On one of our walks through Ponsonby, we came upon this restaurant.  It was crazy, here we were half-way around the world, and we find a restaurant named after my home state.  And get this, it was a chain.

We only went there once, and they claim that a town called Seymour, WI is the home of the hamburger.  Even the Wisconsin State Senate has recognized this.

But then if you google home of the hamburger, you get many links to nearly half a dozen states that claim they are the home of the hamburger. 

Anyway, I found this entertaining, and maybe all you Wisconsin natives will too.  And the next time you are eating a hamburger maybe you will, strangely, think of New Zealand too.

Punched In The Gut

Well, I can’t go on too much regarding all the specifics because things aren’t official or public yet.  But I can say that Dean and I suffered a major blow today.  Of course, he remains calm and composed and rational, while I overreact, cry and turn into a bitch about the whole thing.  But we have been contemplating a lot of things for the past month, and this decision that we did not make, made the decision for us ( i hope that makes sense).  There are bigger and better things for us out there.  And I can’t wait to explore OUR future.

 p.s. can someone tell me how to post pictures on the post, because I am having a lot of trouble….

Got It

After several attempts to change my picture, this is the one that I like.  Dean and I were at Bondi Beach in Sydney when this was taken.  He was taking a picture of me with my back to the ocean and I got drenched by a huge wave and I was wearing white capri’s. It was a funny moment and luckily he caught it on camera.

Above Picture

I am trying to find that perfect picture for this layout.  I really do like this picture of my at the Taj Mahal.  But really, my face is all scrunched up.  I remember we were taking these pictures and there were so many people there, that you literally have about .5 seconds to snap a picture before you get pushed aside or someone decides they want to be in the picture with you.  And the sun was just about to go down over the building that I am looking at. 

I will do my best to find a better picture, one where I don’t look like an idiot but still represents my life as a traveler.

Another Day, Another Dollar

I would have to say that today was a great day at work.  I am in the process of researching new agencies to recruit campers from in Chicago and Milwaukee.  Today I focused on Chicago and found loads of information.  The only problem is that it made me want to move to Chicago even more than ever.

In college, my best friend and I spent a semester doing the Urban Studies program and lived in the somewhat ghetto.  I mean, we had rats that took over the garden at night.  I am talking hundreds.  It was kind of annoying, but I was used to it after a while.  Anyways, it was a great six months of my life.  I loved riding the bus to class everyday and grabbing a coffee on the way and not having a car.  I went on my first real date while we lived there.  Learned a lot about myself and what I was interested in.  And got to live in a vibrant city.   It was the prime of my life.  That was during the time that I actually enjoyed going out and coming home when the sun was coming up.    It wasn’t all glorious though,  I did some things that I am not proud of, and would much rather block out of my mind, but I learned.  Wait, I have gotten way off topic.

In doing my research, it made me really excited to think of moving there for two reasons.

Firstly, I was on several agency websites and there are so many possibilities.  And I am qualified for these jobs.  I want a job where I am not in my office all the time, I want to travel around the city and I want each day to be different.  There are thousands of non-profits that I could work at without a problem.  I like my job, but am always looking for other possibilities.

Secondly, I was researching charter schools.  These schools are the best idea since sliced bread.  And because I didn’t have an option to go to a school like these, I want my children to have the option. 

I wish that I could take my job that I have now, and take it down to Chicago.  Which I guess isn’t that far-fetched  as 80% of the population we serve is from Chicago.   We shall wait and see. 

Sitting On The Edge of Our Seats

Deano had applied for a job and we are still waiting to hear back about it.  It’s been almost a month since he applied and a week since his interview.  We are hoping for the best, but I am getting some vibes that make me wonder whether or not he actually got it.

And if he did get it, it would make life soooooo much easier.  We would have housing, significant income and some stability.   It would give me a chance to go back to school and neither of us would have to work at Gordy’s to bring in extra cash.  We wouldn’t be able to live the high life, but we would be able to focus on our future.

If he doesn’t get it, I am going to be one pissed off person.  He says that I shouldn’t be, but, damn, doesn’t 13 years of experience and dedication count for something?  And will I actually be able to work with the person who beat him to it.  It may even result in me quitting my job.    And not to mention the pressure he will put on me, he will want to go somewhere and live and travel and not be here.  And with the right pressure, I would happily go.

But until we find out, there is nothing more to do.